Out of the depths To Thee, O Lord, I cried, And Thou my pressing need Hast ne'er denied. Thy hand reached down, The strong right hand of Love, And lifted me right up My cares above. Had I not been Sunk in the depths of woe, I ne'er had known how much To Thee I owe. And so, although The depths were very sore, Through them I know Thee more Than e'er before. Out of the depths My soul can rise to God, Since He who died for me This same way trod. So, for the depths I still will grateful be, Since they made known to me Thy Charity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA SUNDAY by SIDNEY LANIER A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN RED RIVER EVENING by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS |